Stiles is going to die tonight. He is clearly going to die tonight. He rolls his head back in what's basically an eyeroll and mouths "jesus frickin christ" at the sky, and tries to ignore the fact that his heart literally swooped into his stomach at a friggin' star wars joke.
This is so bad, it's not even funny.
Luckily, Mrs. Johnson comes around and Stiles reaches over to greet her too, leaning down to kiss her cheeks in return and offering her the cookies in his arms. She beams at him and Stiles tries to will the blush on his face--when she turns around to take their stuff inside, he elbows Derek in the rib and hisses "you're an asshole", and tries to pretend he's not kind of jittery and happy as they make their way inside. ]
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Stiles is going to die tonight. He is clearly going to die tonight. He rolls his head back in what's basically an eyeroll and mouths "jesus frickin christ" at the sky, and tries to ignore the fact that his heart literally swooped into his stomach at a friggin' star wars joke.
This is so bad, it's not even funny.
Luckily, Mrs. Johnson comes around and Stiles reaches over to greet her too, leaning down to kiss her cheeks in return and offering her the cookies in his arms. She beams at him and Stiles tries to will the blush on his face--when she turns around to take their stuff inside, he elbows Derek in the rib and hisses "you're an asshole", and tries to pretend he's not kind of jittery and happy as they make their way inside. ]